Tears of Blood
Gently drip
Flowing onto yellowed parchment
Trickling from a wounded mind
Scarred from thousands of words
Sharp and slashing
Taking me over
Until all I see is blood-red hands
And all I hear are harsh words
Remade into a long melody
That sketches out my life
Into a different form
Outlined with the blood-tears
And coloured by the hateful curses
That tears holes in my barriers
And puncture my paper-pale shields
Ripping into me with red mouths
Sliding around my body
And waiting eagerly for the moment
In which I will die
My soul withering
And I will slip into insanity
As the tears of blood
Slip slowly down
My face